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𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐚

ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃᵍⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ
ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱⁿᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ.
ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ᵍʳᵃⁿ.
ᴵ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵐⁱˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ.

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"See? All healed." Will said, kneeling in front of Dog as he carefully bent her knee. She looked at his actions curiously, before forgetting her paw entirely as she bounced at William who simply sighed as the dog licked his chin as if her life depended on it.

She had been laying on the ground dramatically, refusing to move as Will had tried to get her up and moving but she had simply laid there, staring up at him with her amber eyes.

Realizing her dramatics were fuelled by her laziness, he picked the dog up again who slid her paws over his shoulders again as if she had been doing it for years.

They were walking in the slower area of New York, heading towards a run down air bnb that William had discovered on a flier. It had a backyard for the dog, too. Sure it was small, but it was something. There was a package of dog food stuffed into his backpack with the tiny trinkets he had found. 

William wasn't sure what to make of the letters, but he knew one thing. He'd rather die than give them away or leave them behind. 

He hadn't really thought about romance, ever. He didn't have the time to bother himself with such topics. And besides, who could possibly love someone like him?

He shook his head, trying to shake off the silly thoughts. Love wasn't for war torn people.

But he couldn't help but feel warm inside when he read love letters, and he was pretty sure he knew exactly who these letter used to belong to. And the fact that he used to have parents? A real evidence of his humanity, that he wasn't just cooked up in the underground tunnels where just one person was ruling it all like a monarch.

Fuck that, he used to have a real family. Let alone a thought of those blurry people some far away in his past brought a small smile on his face. 

Sure, he could only recall the face of his mother and that too, was a hazy memory. But nevertheless it was still there.

He pushed Dog's snout away from his face as she had suddenly decided that giving him a French kiss was the way to go.

"If you don't stop I'll put you down again." he threatened the big fluffy ball in his hands. The dog whined, sounding more annoyed than anything else before placing her head on his shoulder and letting out a huff.

He held the dog gently, almost afraid of breaking her as he continued down the street. He stopped as he noticed a flickering TV from one of the cafe's. His heart hardened as he recognized the twisted logo of a skull that would forever be stuck with him.

ARE THEY REALLY BACK?, the title flashed over the screen before a news anchor started hurriedly speaking of a dramatic bombing near the docks in NY, they didn't mention the location for some weird reason, but William knew the place immediately by the few blurry pictures of a burnt house that was displayed on the screen.

It was in South Brooklyn, Brooklyn Bridge Park. Not far from where he was. Dog started wiggling, so he slowly lowered her on the ground, eyes still drawn up on the footage of a man giving an interview about what had happened. It was a military operation and they had been ambushed heavily. A cargo ship had been docked there and in the middle of the night they had gone, stolen some sort of secret government weapon. 

He turned away, pulling the hood further down over his eyes as he gripped the straps of his bag, heading down the street towards their hideout, Dog trotting jollily next to him. 

Was he going to investigate? Hell yes he was, he needed to get rid of those bastards. Though of course, he looked down at the dog, he needed to keep her away from harms way first. 

Will had left the dog sleeping on the couch after he had poured all of the dog food into a bowl with another bowl of water next to it. She had merrily eaten her fill before curling up on the soft couch as if she owned the place. The darkness had fallen over the city when he had arrived on the Bridge Park. He had still smelt the smoke and gunpowder in the air as he snuck into the old building. 

He had carefully moved near the ceiling, eyes flashing with uncertainty as he studied the place Though he soon detected movement, staying still as a statue. 

He was crouched on the support beam, eyes gleaming as he watched the scene unfold with curiosity.

He didn't dare to move from his position. The warehouse was enormous, packed with boxes filled with spices that towered high over people. It was a maze, Will realised. Watching it from his spot gave him an impeccable overview of the whole layout.

He watched as the door on the other side of the building inched open, carefully as a heavily built figure inched inside, gun drawn. He was followed by a team of nine, every single one armed from head to toe. It unnerved him when be realised they blended in with the darkness so well that from the distance, it was hard to tell them a part from the shadows the boxes made.

They formed smaller groups and entered the maze of spices.

Foolish little flies, William thought. The longer he stayed there, the clearer it became. It was obviously a trap, and they were walking right into the lions mouth.

Though it wasn't his fight, so he stayed put. He wasn't even completely sure who they were. Only his luck to stay stuck in-between HYDRAs next target and HYDRA. He didn't want them to win, never. He wanted them gone, crushed into mere dust and awful memories.

But how would he know that the enemy of HYDRA was better than them? At least he knew how HYDRA worked, how they operated, he could predict their moves with ease because he had been a part of them for a long time. But this new group was a grey area.

They could be better, but the mere chance of them being worse was unnerving. Though if there was another monster showing its fangs, William would have no trouble taking them both down. But he was no fool, going after two at the same time would be a suicide mission. But them going head to head was beneficial.

The HYDRA soldiers were well camouflaged, unmoving as they kept close to the walls and towering spice bags. It was only a matter of time before bullets started flying. Until then, Will would have to stay still. If he were to cast even a smallest of shadow, it would no doubt make all the barrels aim at him.

He felt the little hairs on the back of his neck rise and something agitating suddenly made him snap his head towards one soldier in particular who was skimming the spice maze. Will narrowed his eyes, scenting the air to try and figure out what was it that agitate him so.

He smelt like apples, bar soap, sweat and weirdly enough, like a sturdy oak table.

And then the realization dawned as soon as first bullets went flying. Will had stabbed the same man in one of the HYDRAs hidden underground bases. The fact that he was dodging them bullets with lethal grace and swinging his odd circular bin cover around was impressive. The fact that this man was alive was suspicious, and William immediately felt weary of him. It was no mortal man, that was for sure. Or even if he was, he must have had some sort of high technology backing him up.

He realise he had stayed in the shadows for too long, the commotion would for sure attract more attention soon. And he planned to be gone before more backup for both sides could make an unwelcomed appearance. He had analysed enough, there was not going to be any friendships between those two corporations.

But before he could back away, ready to quietly make his way out of the building while walking on the support beams high above the commotion, his head snapped back towards the specific agent as he let out a painful cry.

Will's eyes sharpened as he identified the woman who had paid him a visit one morning, she called herself Clara.

She was standing before the soldier, he was covered in crimson blood as four little silver stars peeked out of his heaving side. He made an attempt to get up, his shield covering half of his body.

He grabbed a gun out of his inner boot, shooting at Clara with deadly accuracy, though each bullet just sunk through her like stone through jelly or knife through warm butter.

Nothing made her bleed, and she knew it as she slowly walked towards him with a bloody smile hidden behind her black muzzle. To his credit, he didn't panic. Instead, he started looking for the alternative. He tossed a handful of spices in her face before swinging his shield. She stumbled, and it was all it took for him to get the upper hand. The fight between them was a careful, deadly one. His moves were all calculated, always thinking ten steps ahead while she was looking only for a way to get to him. All her moves were dirty, sneaky and no matter the cost, she would have to reach her goals. Soon enough, tiny cuts marred his body and despite his high pain tolerance and strength, the poison started doing its job.

William told himself it wasn't his fight. Besides, he had tried to kill the same man, so what was it to him if Clara finished him off? Would save Will the trouble. So he turned his back to the fight, eyes focused on the slightly loose roof panel, a way out.

Down below, Clara was burning with adrenaline as she kept making careful jabs at the soldier before her. Steve Rogers had not known about her superhuman ability to let things just sink through her. But it didn't mean she was unbeatable. Whoever she was. He caught her off guard with a kick between her eyes, and when she dodged, his shield came back with a loud clang as it collided with the back of her head.

Though only briefly it seemed like Steve had the upper hand, but to his own amazement, he was soon being overpowered by the powerful assassin. His shield was too far, and the poison in his system did make him a little more sluggish than usual. As she sat on his chest, ready to slit Captain America's throat, a heavy body collided with hers. The two went rolling, but she was immediately back on her feet like a cat, glaring at William who was already charging at her. 

He had no idea what he was doing. For the first time, he didn't know why he hadn't let Clara kill the man. They were a flurry of sharpened claws and venom tipped daggers, it didn't escape his notice that his claws had left a red, angry line on her skin. So she wasn't immune to him. 

She was coughing on the ground when William turned towards the agent in dark blue who had stood up by the time they had finished, his star-shield raised up to protect him. Though before William could take a step back to leave the scene, somebody else joined them with a quiet thud as he landed behind Will. As Clara pushed herself up, William became face to face with another bulky agent. 

The man with metal arm punched Will in the face, the force of it making his head snap back as he stumbled over a dead agent on the ground. He fell, shaking his head as he growled under his breath. He made an attempt to push himself up again, though a balled fist was aimed at his head again, he clamped his hand around it, growling loudly as he looked at him with hooded eyes. He was too slow to block the metal arm. This time, he was thrown against an enormous bag of spices. A little ways away from them, Clara was going for Steve Rogers' throat once again. 

Will could feel the monster crawling under his skin, ready to rip everyone apart.

Though when he raised his eyes, still hunched, he was met with a pair of steel-like eyes. Cold and unyielding. Though they widened with shock as Will's own eyes flashed red with agitation. Will didn't realis the scarf had been pulled away from his face and was now laying on the ground. 

No. He wasn't going to let the beast surface.

"William?"

The growls emitting from his chest subdued immediately as he paid closer attention to his attacker who had taken a small step back to give him more space.

The man was clad in black, straps covering his hands and legs, heavily loaded with different weapons alike. His face was angular with a sharp jawline, straight nose and dark hair that really contrasted his sickly pale skin. Though his brightest feature were his eyes that were solely focused on Will.

He was definitely familiar. In the sense that Will had tried to stab him as well, but there was a metal arm that had prevented him from doing so. So, he had stabbed the man in blue instead.

"Run." he whispered, almost hysterically as his eyes slid around them and the smoke that kept raising in the air. His frantic blue eyes landed on William again, analysing him from head to toe with a completely different gaze. There was surprise there, and wonder. But confusion as well. "They'll get you if you don't get out of here-" Will didn't let him finish as he bounced, hands balled into fists and nails morphed into claws.

The man went into defensive mode immediately, all emotions swiped from his face as soon as he attacked. Gone was the worried look and hysterical eyes. Instead, there was no emotion as he simply dodged and avoided the deadly hits and claws. He wasn't fighting like Will knew he could, no, he was just keeping up his defences. Will saw an opening and went for it, ready to swipe his claws over his face but he simply held up his metal hand, the claws running over it with blood curdling screech. Due to the loud sound, Will couldn't hear the second agent and once he felt his presence, it was too late. 

The damned shield connected with his head, making him fly back. He grunted as a strong bunch was aimed at his ribs, he heard them crack under the heavy blow. He snarled and tried to swipe the dripping blood out of his eyes but he couldn't as another heavy blow made him fly back. 

"Don't!" Bucky grabbed a hold of Steve's shoulder, pulling him away a safe distance to give snarling William the space he needed as he slowly looked up, face half-way morphed into the beast he was. Blood kept dripping down the side of his face, eyes flickering between blood thirsty red and cold blue. 

"Easy..." Bucky said lowly, pulling confused Steve away slowly. Though whatever happened next, William didn't know because before he realized what was happening, the place was swarming with agents that were surrounding him from all sides. His heartrate slowed down and he could no longer keep the beast locked away. The wildling had came out to play again, and he would be merciless. 

Hello

I updated as you can see. I had two chapters but I blended them into one. You guys deserve a little longer chapter after all this time of me being AWOL. 

Since we did not celebrate Christmas nor are we gonna celebrate new years due to the tragedy, I suddenly felt like I needed to lose myself in the marvel universe again. But to everyone out there, Merry Christmas, and please, take care of your family and tell them you love them. You never know when's the last time you'll see them. 

Here's the Spotify playlist, I'll put it in the comments as well just in case. Thank you all who have suggested the songs, and do keep on suggesting.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4EgoFrvCQ7McWmcGoWv24Y?si=d96f47ceb1b04fe4&pt=1110be71401118cbfe7ff347987aa076

All the love

- K